Ever since she'd come here with Indru, she'd wanted to come back. It felt like it had been so long ago, but really it had only been a couple of months, right? She felt like she was old enough to come on her own now. A jump in size only helped to boost the overwhelming confidence she already had in herself. Sure, she still couldn't fight a bear, but at least no big birds could carry her off. She was still rather stunted, compared to her older siblings, but was well on her way to becoming a "real" wolf.

The sun was high in the sky when she wandered into the Orchard. Making a beeline for the nearest tree, she reared up, planting her paws on the trunk of the cherry tree, trying to stretch her neck to reach them. She was still a bit too short to reach even the lowest hanging branches, and growled as she slid back down to the ground. There were plenty of cherries on the ground, which was okay, she supposed, and collected a few before settling beneath the shade of the tree, nibbling curiously on the cherries, enjoying the sunlight.

Distracted by the pretty fruits at her feet, she managed a whole one into her jaws before she spotted Torla coming towards her. Had she followed her here? Taking in a breath, she'd forgotten about the cherry and nearly choked when she realized that her sister had cut her foot. Although, she was acting quite like Junai had a few months ago when they'd played tag. Borlla was rather zetetic, not saying a word as she flopped down.

Nostrils flaring, Borlla leaned forward, orange gaze prying as she sniffed her sister's paw, then licked it, expecting to taste the salty metal taste of blood. Torla had been that believable, and perhaps Borlla trusted her a bit more. But it wasn't blood she tasted, it was cherry. "Torla, you're crazy." Borlla scowled, squinting at her sister. "You almost made me choke!" Batting at the cherry between her paws, she huffed.

Borlla wiggled uncomfortably as her sister nuzzled her, inwardly groaning, despite the fact that she really did appreciate it. She felt kind of bad as Torla dropped her ruse, and huffed again, wiggling a bit more before she shrugged, "Sorry..." She looked away with a snuffle, pulling a cherry towards her again, picking off the stem, before popping it into her jaws, crunching down on it with her canines, squirting the sticky red juice everywhere, then she dropped it, and licked off the liquid around her jaws and paws.

"'Course I like 'em. There's nothing sour about them!" Chewing on another, she pondered taking a cherry and eating it with some rabbit. Would that be good! She tried to imagine the taste, licking her chops again. And then came the question that always irritated her. Borlla's ears twisted back, and she rose to her skinny white legs. "Whatever I want! Everybody is always pestering me. Why can't I just be outside and away from everyone?" Her voice rose steadily and she felt the emotion building up.

Torla's words were like a rubric. For once, it seemed, she wasn't being punished for wandering off, and even when she'd been found, she wasn't being sent off on a guilt trip. She understood that no one wanted her to die. But she didn't need to be reminded of her parents' death every time she stepped outside of Swift River. Torla had managed to do that, of course, but she did it in a way that managed not to make Borlla angry. It was a miracle. Torla hadn't even risen her voice or anything. She just said it, the flat out truth, and for that Borlla was thankful. She glanced over her shoulder at her sister, puzzled for a moment, unsure of how to react.

With a sigh, she chose to just lie back down, and pressed her forehead against her sister's leg, silently thanking her, whether or not she understood. Silence passed for a moment, and the young girl looked out at all the pretty pink trees. The fruits were nice, but she wasn't sure she liked the trees too much. Sure, they were pretty, but they were just so...Pink! She soon found the silence to be unbearable, and looked over at Torla again, a small smirk creeping up across her muzzle, "That cherry thing was pretty good...You're a better actress than Junai."

Borlla rolled her shoulders in a shrug, and tilted her head back to the tree, looking up through its thin branches. "Well," Borlla sniffed, distracted in her speech by simply surveying the choppy sky. After a moment, she leveled her head with the ground, and shifted to more easily speak to her older sister. "We were playing tag. It was awhile ago..." Thinking back on it made her laugh. It was quite an accomplishment that game. She proved once and for all that she was better at games than Junai. Eventually, such a title wouldn't matter though.

"I was winning, but she said I cheated, so we played again." It hadn't necessarily been good sportsmanship on either of their parts, but she went on anyway. "I played the teary card, and she pretended to fall. Then I tagged her, after I pretended to think she was dying." It was strange how good Borlla was at conjuring up fake tears. Well, they were certainly real, but there wasn't much emotion behind them. She chuckled, and looked back out at the trees again. "She was so bad at it. I think she just thought I wouldn't be able to tell."